The Mafia King forgives Lihua
His warmth was heating her up. Butterflies furiously played merry-go-round in her stomach as she felt breathless. Lihua shuddered. "B-Bobo is just a child…"
"So he should address you as a sister."
The feeling of somebody else addressing by her only name didn't sit well with him. He didn't care that he was just a six-year-old child.
Her breath hitched. "R-right…"
With how Wei was sensually firing his questions at her poor, unprepared heart, she found her brainpower quickly depleting into nothingness.
"But you ignored me."
Can you please spare me, Boss? She sobbed. Now she thoroughly lamented of going along with Bobo the entire time.
"I-I didn't…"
"You did," Wei refused to budge.
"..."
Lihua bit on her lower lip and lowered her eyes. His gaze clouded as a certain familiar sensation rushed down all his blood to his little brother.
'Because you wanted to have sex with her.' Yang Mingshen's voice echoed in his ears.